"Great, if no one knows."

Amid the collective silence of the merchants and the curses of the mercenaries, Kandar looked around with an indifferent expression.

"Then let the duel begin as soon as possible."

Thales's heart tightened.

Oops.

He clenched his fists and his eyes were fixed on the blue-faced orc Duraman in the distance.

If worst comes to worst...

If a duel cannot be avoided...

So how do I survive?

Thales took a deep breath, entered the state of hell's senses, and observed the enemy's situation, but there was a sudden "bang" sound outside his eardrum, which startled him.

It took Thales a few seconds to realize: This was the orcs plundering the caravan's goods from a distance.

On the deserted rocky ground, his battle with the Fallen Starman and the Dead Horning Crow made the Hell River Sin improve significantly, and his sense of hell also strengthened a lot.

But it is precisely because of this that Thales learned a lesson: Hell's senses can bring extraordinary perception, but sometimes, overly sensitive perception is not necessarily a good thing.

When countless information that was usually isolated from consciousness was poured into his brain by the hell senses, Thales was in chaos and could not distinguish between east, west, north and south. For example, in the melee just now, in the hell senses, 20 meters away

The sound of the orcs grinding their teeth sounded deafening, like a large group marching. It was often confused with the sound of swords and axes meters away. The enemy's movements in the distance were clear, as if they were right in front of him. Thales subconsciously raised his hands to resist, but ignored those who were close at hand.

threats.

Everyone seems to envy being able to hear and see, but the real person involved is actually suffering from unspeakable difficulties: slightly louder noises and slightly brighter lights will make Thales unbearable, resulting in overreaction and deviation in perception.

He needs time and practice to re-adapt to the new state.

Thinking of this, Thales secretly shook his head: In the hazy memories of his previous life, those seniors who were completely reborn, had their meridians opened, but could directly skip the adaptation stage and use their upgraded new powers to show their great power, were probably born as supermen.

Bar.

He tried his best to focus his slightly out-of-control hell sense on his dueling opponent, but he couldn't help but frown.

In the hell sense, the fluctuations reflected by the orcs in the field of vision are not as divergent as humans, but solid and thick.

At least in Duraman's body, Thales couldn't find any sign of light similar to the power of termination, but the boy watched the fluctuations of its muscles and bones, listened to its heavy breathing and strong heartbeat, and swallowed subconsciously.

A mouthful of saliva.

But Thales has no doubt that this so-called holy guard, a blue-faced orc, can exert power that most super-level warriors cannot achieve with the addition of the power of termination with just one strike.

No.

He silently came to a conclusion: As he is now, he is still trying to adapt to the new power...

No chance.

Not to mention…

Thales glanced at the other two holy guards with a headache.

"If he loses," the orc war chief Kandar stared closely at Thales with a cold look in his eyes: "There is no need for you to live...Obviously, the Desert God does not like you."

These words made everyone nervous.

At this time, a strange feeling crept into Thales's heart.

He raised his head subconsciously.

wrong.

The prince said to himself silently: From the beginning, something was not right.

Where exactly?

What's wrong?

He turned his eyes and looked around.

At this moment, a timid male voice spoke from the crowd.

"I...I know..."

The prisoners frowned.

A trembling hand was raised.

"I know...I know why the people of the stars sent troops...the great war chief..."

Thales was slightly surprised.

Kandar turned his head slightly.

"Look, I knew it," Kandar smiled contemptuously and strode towards the other side: "As humans, you are all lazy, and all you need is a little motivation."

Dean and Louisa frowned.

"What are you doing?"

Dean couldn't believe his eyes: "What could he know?"

A bald man curled up on the ground struggled to hold his belly, straightened up, ignoring the dust on his body, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "If I told you, great war chief, you would

Let me live?"

Kandar stopped, lowered his head coldly, and looked directly at the owner of the caravan, Sepp Tomdin.

"Depends on what you tell me."

Thales stared, enduring the strange feeling in his heart, and guessing what Tomdin was going to say.

Could it be that……

The orc Duraman roared angrily, seemingly dissatisfied that the duel was being delayed.

Tomdin, who was kneeling on the ground, shuddered, but his words saved Thales from immediate misfortune.

"They... more than ten days ago, in the Blade Tooth Camp, I was chatting with my cousin. He is a standing army on the western front. Under Williams, he is the one..."

Kandar's eyes turned cold:

"I know who Williams is, to the point."

All the prisoners stared at the conversation between the two, feeling uneasy.

The orc's eyes seemed to have some mysterious power, which made Tomdin tremble even more.

The merchant's speech speed continued to increase, and his stammering became even worse: "My cousin, he, he told me that the big shots were going to block the border soon, so I was thinking about bringing the caravan out.

Smuggling, making some small money..."

Kandar suddenly stretched out his remaining left hand!

It grabbed Tomdin's neck necklace tightly, pulled the businessman who was almost paralyzed with fear from the ground, dragged his legs off the ground, pressed his bloody mouth against his face and roared:

"Point!"

The scream that Tomdin had just spoken was frightened back by this roar.

Looking at the ferocious orc face of the opponent, Tomdin was like a field mouse facing a poisonous snake, with no way to escape.

A few seconds later, the businessman shook his teeth and said with a white face:

"Baron Whistle Williams was talking to a few nobles in the room, and my cousin heard it... The big shots went into the desert, as if they wanted to hunt down someone..."

Hearing this, Thales' breathing suddenly stopped!

His expression remained normal, and he tried not to look at Dean and Louisa.

What does this Tomdin know?

Really bad.

Having to face the threat of a duel...

I have to think about ways to escape again...

There is also the risk of revealing your identity...

Thales gritted his teeth: Is today an unlucky day?

He frowned slightly, and the uncontrollable hell senses fed back to him the heartbeats of the two of them: the caravan owner was almost frightened out of his courage, Kandar seemed vicious, but his heartbeat was still gentle, although Thales didn't know if this was the case.

A characteristic unique to orcs.

In the distance, the sounds of orcs searching for loot could be heard one after another. Their rough movements and constant noise disturbed him.

The strange feeling is still there.

wrong.

Something is wrong!

The young man's brows frowned more and more.

In the hell sense, the orcs in the camp were very noisy, and their rude whispers and rough movements seemed to be close to their ears.

The strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

"Hunting for someone?" Kandar thought thoughtfully, his hands loosening slightly.

"who?"

Tomdin shook his head violently.
To be continued...